Friday, August 20, 2010

Yet, a
signal for another part of us to change has been obvious for the last 6 months.

Taken away
by many to an empty bed, the nighttime awaits him mow as grasps for a taste of
the salty air just one more time.Hurry
the sun light beckons one last time.

Softly, the
face with a million questions smiled for the warmth of the sun gently caressed his
face, he closed his eyes and felt the warm of the sun relaxing his troubled
soul.He though, “This is to be were my
body is to be taken for my final rest.”

“But that
wouldn’t happen for many a year to come.” So said Faby.

Sweet Faby,
going to the national news desk, checked when the next east coast flight
expected to arrive to change place.Once
that information was passed along, the crew began to stand down for the night assignment
desk.